“I don’t know exactly what to think,” Penny replied soberly.
Salt steered the car into the main road which led back to Corbin. Then he inquired: “Did you notice any signs of a struggle? Grass trampled? Footprints?”
“I didn’t have a chance to do any investigating. That bossy old gardener came and drove me away.”
“What were you saying about alligators?”
“Salt, I saw one swimming around in the lily pool,” Penny told him earnestly. “It was an ugly brute, at least twelve feet long.”
“How long?”
“Well, eight anyway.”
“You’re joking.”
“I am not,” Penny said indignantly.
“Maybe it was only a big log lying in the water.”